Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 696: Chaos Fight

Islinda sat cross-legged, deep in meditation, her breath steady and controlled. Her eyes suddenly snapped open with a piercing glint in them.

It was time.

Rising to her feet, she moved through the darkness with a motive, approaching the heavy cell door. Islinda took a few steps back, steeling herself, and then, with a fierce battle cry, charged at the door.

Her body collided with the door, and to her astonishment, it gave way, ripping from its hinges as if struck by a battering ram. She stumbled slightly, staring down at her hands in bewilderment. Impossible! How was she this strong yet felt so weak?

There was no time for Islinda to ponder over the strange paradox. Her escape was all that mattered now. She stepped over the remnants of the door and into the dimly lit corridor. Islinda knew the crash of the cell door should have drawn attention, the guards would be on their way here and every second counted. She had to get away from here, and fast.

Heart pounding, Islinda waited, listening for the sound of approaching footsteps, but none came. It was so silent it was nearly eerily, amplifying the sound of her own breathing and the faint echo of distant water dripping. None came to investigate so she took off.

Islinda was soon left with a daunting challenge when she came to stand at the dungeon door at the end of the corridor.

Unlike the cell door, this one was three times thicker and reinforced with heavy metal.

Islinda placed her ear on the door to make out the sound but heard nothing. Either it was soundproof or there was no one in sight. Islinda did not know whether to be worried or relieved by that. Nonetheless, she had to move on.

There was no way she would be able to crash this one like her cell door, but there was no stopping her.

Swallowing down her uncertainty, Islinda took longer steps than she had with the cell door, giving it enough space. Her gaze narrowed with determination, and she charged at the dungeon door with a great shout.

It seemed futile; the door refused to budge. She tried again, taking more steps back and pushing against it with all her might. The door groaned under the pressure but held firm. She gritted her teeth, refusing to give up.

With a determined growl, Islinda summoned every bit of her willpower and lunged at it one final time. The force made the door screech and open just an inch.

Encouraged, she pushed harder, her muscles straining, veins bulging as she poured every ounce of strength into her effort, sweat dripping down her face. Finally, with a mighty heave, the door broke apart from its hinges and flew open.

God, she did it.

Panting and exhausted, her knees buckled, and Islinda fell. Her heart pounded so fast, but at least it was gone. She was free. Or so she thought.

As Islinda lay there, catching her breath, she felt the shift in her environment. She then turned her head only to see that there were about five guards in there with her and with them was Elena. However, all six of them were frozen with shock, staring with disbelief at the destroyed dungeon door.

Oh Fuck.

Elena was the first to recover from the shock and she screamed, "Capture the witch this instant." ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

The instant Islinda stood to her feet to defend herself, she found she couldn’t move. She looked down to see frost creeping up her body, her feet already stuck to the ground. She looked up at the guard responsible, the same one who had manhandled her.

That bastard.

Islinda tried to break free but couldn’t. To make it worse, the ice began to creep up the rest of her body, as if the Fae intended to freeze her alive. Panic set in as she struggled to free herself, her earlier exertion leaving her drained.

The guard’s smug expression turned into a scream of pain the next second as an angry-looking Prince Wayne appeared out of nowhere and bit him hard on the butt.

"My lady!"

Ginger, Gabbi, and even Milo had come to her rescue.

With the guard distracted, his ability weakened, and Islinda managed to free herself.

Ginger rushed to her, hugging her so tightly it knocked the breath out of her lungs.

"You guys came for me," Islinda said, barely able to believe it.

"Of course, we would never abandon you, dear friend," Gabbi smiled, standing by her.

Islinda managed a weak smile.

"And I’m your defender," Milo chirped out of nowhere.

Islinda groaned. "Seriously? You brought him along? He’s just a child."

Gabbi shrugged. "It was either he went with us or he went alone."

Islinda sighed, knowing they had no choice. Now, she could only hope the boy doesn’t get hurt.

As expected, Elena preferred others to do her dirty work. She yelped at the guards who had done nothing to restrict them. "What are you waiting for? Capture the witch and her accomplices."

The guards looked at each other hesitantly. Ginger was someone they knew well, and Gabbi was with Prince Andre. They wouldn’t want to have issues with the Autumn prince. And then the boy. Were they really going to use force on him too? They looked to the lead guard for guidance, but the Fae was still being tortured aggressively by Prince Wayne. And for once, they were conflicted over what to do.

"I said capture them! Or do you want to face Prince Aldric’s wrath when he learns you let the witch Islinda escape?" Elena said, manipulating them as usual.

The fight broke out again, but unlike Issac and Maxi’s fight, theirs was mostly chaotic, hilarious and less intense, since they weren’t skilled fighters. Islinda, Ginger, Gabbi, and Milo fought with all their might, using whatever they could to fend off the guards. While Prince Wayne darted around, causing chaos and biting at anyone who got too close.